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Bike Scene

I’ll leave the lights down low so she knows I mean business And maybe we could talk this over Cause I could be your best bet Let alone your worst ex And let alone your worst… I wanna hate you so bad But I can’t (but I can’t) stop this anymore than you can So

Ghost Man On Third

Jynx me something crazy Thinking if it’s three then I’m as smooth as the skin rolls across the small of your back It’s too bad it’s not my style If you need me I’m out and on the parkway, patient and waiting for headlights, dressed in a fashion that’s fitting to the inconsistencys of my

Great Romances Of The 20th Century

September never stays this cold where I come from And you know I’m not one for complaining, But I love the way you’d roll excuses off the tip of your tongue as I slowly fall apart (slowly, quietly, slowly) fall apart This won’t mean a thing come tomorrow and that’s exactly how I’ll make it

Cute Without The ‘E’ (Cut From The Team)

Your lipstick, his collar.. don’t bother Angel I know exactly what goes on When everything you’ll get is everything that you’ve wanted, princess (well which would you prefer) My finger on the trigger, or (me face down, down across your floor) Me face down, down across your floor (me face down, down across your floor)

Head Club

Well it’s getting colder and you’re getting distant and I just keep thinkin that I never meant it to be like this(to be like this) You know what comes next(so do I) You’re begging for a way to gracefully bow out and say goodnight It’s worse than you think On your way home you should

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